Over the past two weeks Herne has been learning about me as I have him, and I am learning things about myself in the process. Tonight he grabbed my nipples hard, really hard and I basically winced and said “jesus that fucking hurts”. He smiles and says, “I was hurting them alot more the other night”. I thought he was joking until he reminded me about mentioning how wonderful it would be to pierce them and how needles could be fun … ugh me hatez needles.

Me, well I was a little stunned as the other night we had been playing for a while and when he grabbed them and squeezed them I had felt nothing, no pain like tonight. It got me thinking about the different levels of pain I have been recieving and the states of mind they put me in. It’s almost a foreign feeling to me how pain can put me in such a state that after a while something that would hurt on a random whim wouldn’t after a while of play, how the body adjusts and processes pain in different states of self.

Tonight Herne decided that for this weeks HNT we would put some purdy cane marks on my butt, and the build up to it had been intermittent throughout the day, little reminders here and there. My body was in a state of being on edge and waiting. A few days ago we had played with a green bamboo cane, rather whippy and as he explained tonight when we were talking, it had quite a bit of give. I had commented after tonights session that the new cane he had used tonight was alot different and fucking hurt alot more than the green cane and he explained the difference between the two.

My ass recieved a few whippy’s from the green cane and by that stage after having wax, clothespins and a hell of alot of yummy biting and hair pulling and spanks, it didn’t hurt as much as it did the other night. He explained I had no warm up last time and pointed out the difference which I understood. The new one however caused me to curse like a banshee, the word fuck seemed to come out after every caning in various forms … older bamboo, no give and coated with an evil plastic, the afterburn from that one being rather intense. Very fucking stingy in fact … me hates that cane already.

What I have found out is I can take a hell of alot more intense type pain when I reach subbie space and things become a little blurry and I also discovered I quite like being caned lol. Or at least my body said so by the state of how fucking wet I was haha. Interesting night of mind boggling discovery.

I really need to get rid of the damn bamboo bush in the corner of my section …

I did say this week was “teh cane”  from the second part of the Bedtime Story … weeeelll Mr Lion and I are having a wee discussion regarding teh cane. Actually I have been informed to look for the rattan cane, that is with two TT’s not one hehe.

Well oooowwww fuck.

…if there was a cane i’d be running

wouldn’t show that to you unless you were in the cage…

:O

Canes, cages, spanking, dares, *sighs*

You are a bad, bad man with a rather deviant mind and I like it.

My masochistic tendencies are awakening.

The brat is feeling a little mischievious.

Teh cane is eeeeevil

*pout*

Part 2 (part 1 is here)

He had her spreadeagled on the bed. Cuffed and tied tight. There would be no pleasure for her tonight. None. The leather cane in one hand, a glint in his eye he begun with a serious tone. He will ask a question, she will reply with an honest answer and for every lie, omittance and excuse there would be a cane mark on each thigh. Then when he was satisfied he would take her, use her. Was she ready? …

Music playing softly in the background, his dark figure bathed in the eerie light. The cane in his hand, staring at her. His voice quiet yet commanding, “You continue to hide things from me because of your own insecuritites. This has to stop and will as of tonight girl. The reasons are invalid, I own you, ALL of you my dear and its time you understood this. You will NOT hide anything from me anymore. Never. If I ask you a question I expect an honest and respectful reply at all times.”

THWACK! Her thigh screamed. She cried out and another sharply ensued on the other thigh. THWACK! “Quiet whore!”, his tone angry. She hated the blindfold, he liked to deprive her of her senses, especially her sight, she lost herself much more easily this way, she went deeper. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she felt the cold grip of the clamps, slowly taking their hold and the relentess pressure she loved and hated all at once. A whimper followed as he tugged at them and pulled the chain tight, clipping it to her collar. His fingers digging into her breasts,moans escaping her mouth and quickly being muffled with an object she recognized as the one thing she feared. She hated the gag and the humiliation. Tightly holding her mouth open and quieting her, his whimpering, moaning, drooling, wet little whore.

Tonight her masochist was about to meet her sadist. The dance was about to begin.

THWACK! Another to pull her back to him. To get her focussed.

Aaahh watching his little painslut was so enlightening sometimes. A pure, perfect power exchange, finely tuned to perfection, except, when she decided to let that fire of hers begin to rise … that’s when she lost her place. And thats when he settled it, quenched it, feed it as she did for him. They complimented one another. And he’d be damned if her ghosts and her past would destroy what they had now. Fuck those bastards. He had been patient with her, she was so damaged when he found her, but he saw what all the others missed. He saw a seed, quietly waiting for her chance to grow. His hand trailing a line down her collarbone, leaning in and smelling her, her scent spellbinding, his teeth sinking into her skin, nipping, the other hand inspecting his pussy. Mmmmm nice and wet, “My you are a wanton little slut aren’t you. getting all wet and juicy from a cane. Filthy little girl aren’t you my pet?” THWACK, this time the cane landing expertly alongside the first welt he’d inflicted.

” Yee..yeees Master”, she gasped, her breathing ragged, riding the waves of pleasure and pain. Yelping as he tugged on her nipple clamps, she knew she would pay for that outburst and was rewared with a answer in the form of whistling air and another sharp searing pain on the other leg. Concentrating on her breathing, trying to hold on to some form of something. She was losing herself, she couldn’t talk, the endorphins racing through her body, flying. THWACK! Her mind racing, the cane kept coming at her, inflicting those burning lines, where were the questions? God damnit he turned her on when he fucked with her head. She craved the sadist in him. Her breathing coming hard and fast, she listened … silence, where was he? Again her senses reeled as she felt her legs roughly being unclipped and then clipped onto something cold, oh god… the spreader bar. Totally exposed. Her arms then roughly unclipped, his hands pushing her to sit up, arms dragged behind her, “Knees girl”, she moved forward, only to be shoved into the matress, her arms clipped to the bar, ass in the air. His fingers probing her ass, pinching her cheeks, her moans disappearing into the ball gag in her mouth. Her eyes open wide, as the cold butt plug is pushed into her ass, hard and fast, the pain searing, tears welling up behind the darkness of the blindfold. A vibrator is quickly forced into her pussy, his pussy. He sets it on high, and then straps the whole thing in, designed carefully all in leather, his own little contraption. Perfectly made to leave her arse cheeks nice and bare.

“No cumming whore, for every time you do, it will result in four extra welts.” He smiled, with a sadistic glint in his eye, he already knew one was coming hard and fast and she couldn’t stop it. The lesson was about to begin…

To be continued…